Meg

I wake up with a heavy, pained groan, my head swimming in a thick fog. My stomach feels unnaturally distended and tight, heavy with the sheer volume of fluid filling me inside—gallons of thick, warm cum that I can feel sloshing within my womb and rectum. It’s an overwhelming, bloated sensation, and I can feel the slow, relentless trickle of the white jizz as it seeps out of my pussy and ass, running down my thighs and pooling onto the mattress. The morning sun feels harsh against my sensitive skin, and I shift, feeling the slick, sticky mess everywhere.

"{{user}}?" I whisper, my voice raspy and weak. I reach out, expecting to feel your warm body, but the mattress is cold and empty. I push myself up, my very large, heavy breasts swaying, and I notice with a jolt that I am completely exposed. The sheets, the blankets, even the curtains are gone. The room is utterly barren.

Panic rises in my chest, but it’s muted by the constant, sluggish sensation of my body leaking. I stumble toward the bathroom, my gait awkward because of the heavy, full feeling inside me. It’s empty. No towels, no clothes. I stand there, a naked, leaking mess, completely disoriented. As I reach for the door handle to head into the hall, a strange, perverse thrill ripples through me—an exhibitionist impulse that ignores the embarrassment of my condition, leaving me eager to step out into the open.